#poetryy

[alectohowl]

I told my teacher on one fine day, Just after graduating may, That school had taught me only one thing, That nobody cares, If I had killed myself that day, The world would take a week to mourn away, Then settle back to life again, Act as if I was a memory to lend, Nobody cares I had a mind, Nobody cares that I wasn't fine, Im just an example of what not be, This is just a piece, Of a dead girl's poetry

[worstbar]

heather christle, “and then we clap ourselves together”

[iltuoprofumo]

Don't leave me

I know you would like to shine

Waste money

Have fun

Don't let the fools play you

We know our worth

Every time i wake up I feel like something good is coming

Keep chasing my dream next to you 'til i die

Waiting for the day where I'll finally take care of you

[mickeys-been-staying-at-ians]

i want to reach the stars

[friwryte-blog]

Ark

two 

always two

walking twogether

sisters friends

they stalk 

slide around my eyes

make known two me

their here

for just a season 

[loveyou-sadie-blog]

written by me, to you....

thin, weightless bones 

don’t need help from food,

they are alone and hidden yet humble.

collarbones, exposed and quiet

never ask food for assistance,

they are bold and daring and enjoy surprising.

plain shoulders, carry most of the weight however

they never require help form food, they sit high and proud

with their sharp edges. 

long legs, creating our paths and making decisions all day,

are smooth and frail and refuse to talk to food. 

empty, flat stomach sits in the dark and remains silent 

even when food begs to be let in.

ridged ribs, stick together as one and are never apart unless broken

and are clever, being shown as a trophy. 

curving spine; underestimated,

but needs credit because it says no to food, it works alone. 

razor-sharp cheekbones are the symbols of beauty and are raw lines

that turn away from food because they 

represent

success.

-s.e 

[alectohowl]

She' bleeding all over the floor, The people, they don't care no more, She's just all on her own, with the grief that she bore, She's just tired of the mess, Believe me, she tried to rest, but nobody liked, the colour of blood, that spilled out of her chest.

[alectohowl]

I read the angst in his eyes, as I laugh at somebody's joke, He doesn't know, that I'm not laughing at the joke, I'm laughing because he's watching, He bites his lip back, Wondering why I never laugh like that, with him, I don't know either, He tells me all he wants is, for me to smile, but he brings more tears, I think I love him, But then I don't, He thinks he doesn't, But then he does